Each Tuesday, I will be sharing a short story, over several parts. When one ends, I will begin another the following week. I hope you enjoy! 🙂
This had to be the strangest experience I’ve ever had! I was like a child, running from my demons. Wait. Is that what I was doing? My head playing tricks on me, I could only imagine that it was actually me who wrote the message. That there really was no spirit haunting the house, haunting me. I slowly opened the book again.
The warning was gone. The page was blank. Not even a smidgen of ink anywhere. I turned to look back at the door I had just slammed shut. It was open. Leaning against the wall to steady myself, I took a deep breath, determined to go back, close the door and make sure it was locked. I crept quietly, not wanting to make a noise of any kind. My breathing was loud enough. As I reached the door, it flew open, with an anger I had never felt before. I was sucked into the room, not having the time to grab hold of anything to slow me down.
The room lit up like hell’s fire. There were shadows everywhere, shadows of… I had no idea. I started to ask, and was immediately thrown against the wall with such force, the journal went flying across to the other side of the room. I got the wind knocked out of me and slumped to the floor, trying desperately to catch my breath. When I finally did, I looked up to see three beings floating above me. Red, like the color of a burning sun on a summer’s evening, they just glared at me. So, I glared back. What did I have to lose? I wanted them to know I wasn’t afraid of whatever they were. Of course I was lying, but maybe they wouldn’t know.
And then she appeared. If I had to venture a guess, I would say she was the spirit who guided my hand, who told me to get out. She was dressed in white, flowing robes, almost angelic in style, and she was holding the journal. She spoke in a soft, cooing way, which settled my heartbeat significantly. The other three seemed intrigued by her presence. They watched as she fluttered about the room, impatiently, I might add. And then they attacked. She had no chance. In a flash of her white robe, she was gone, a plume of smoke rising to the skies. I looked at the demons. They were coming for me. I knew my time was at an end, and it was then I realized why she had come to me. I called out to her, but in the noise of the approaching chaos, I only heard what I thought was a whisper….
“I tried to warn you”, were the last words I ever heard…
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